He withdraws and rolls me onto my belly. He wraps an arm around my waist and hikes me up to my knees. He sinks a hand into my hair and pulls on it so my neck is arched.
Holding me like that, he uses his other hand to slide his wet c**k back and forth over my ass, nudging the crown at my entrance.
“Yes or no, wife?”
The need in his voice sets my nerves on fire.
I see our reflection in the dark windows. A naked woman on all fours on the bed. With an air of absolute dominance, a fully dressed man stands behind her.
And I know that no matter how it might look, the man in this image isn’t the one in control of the situation.
It’s a funny thing, power. As easily as it can corrupt, it can also be humbling.
Knowing that Quinn will do only what I allow, and do it all only to please me, gives
